Taking the Fall (1-4)

“Goddamn it.”

I grab the front of my shirt and rip it down the middle, throwing the scraps to the floor. I breathe heavily. It seems my inner caveman has found his way out. Layla’s eyes go wide at the sight of me shredding my shirt, but just as suddenly there’s a hunger on her face. I know she needs this. We both do. I reach down and push my loose shorts down my waist and over my dick. I’m so hard I’m pointing straight up as cum drips out of the tip and down the shaft to my balls.

I stomp towards Cherry and her hand stops its movements. She looks energized and a little aggressive. Good. I need my girl with me on this. I reach out, grabbing the front of her panties with my fist and rip them off her body with one pull. Her hand remains in the same place, fingers on her clit, and her pussy dripping with her honey. I lower my head a little and glare at her. “You played with fire, Cherry. Time to get burned”

She gives me a wicked smile and spreads her legs farther apart. She uses her little fingers to spread her pussy lips in an invitation for me to enter her. “Give me all you’ve got, baby. My pussy is needy.”

I glare back at the stairs and want to be sure neither Saint nor Jeanette is going to interrupt us. “You better hope nobody walks in on this, otherwise I’ll spank your ass after I fuck you.”

“Oh God, I hope Saint is good with knots,” she says and wiggles her hips.

I’ve got to stop letting her orgasm after I spank her. It’s not an effective punishment if she likes it so much. “Shut up and be still, Cherry. I’ve got to concentrate.”

I grab my cock and line it up with her pussy opening. I’m so nervous fucking her, but I know I can be gentle. I love her so much that for her I can go slow.

“Carter, hurry. Give it to me. I need you to fuck me hard.”

“Can’t baby, gotta go slow,” I grit out and rock into her pussy gently. She feels so hot and tight, I’m already tingling and ready to cum. I feel myself leaking inside her as I slowly glide in and out, leaving trails of cum along the way. Our juices mix together and make wet sticky sounds as I move.

Suddenly Layla reaches out and slaps me across the face.

I’m so stunned I stop all movement and just look at her in shock.

“I said ‘fuck me hard’. Either do it or get out of me. But if your cock is in me a second longer, you better show me what that dick can do.”

“Layla…”

“I’m a walking bag of hormones right now, Carter. Don’t mess with me. Now get to it.”

It hits me then that as much as I like to have control, Layla will always be the one in charge. I could never deny her anything for long. And with her statement, I give in.

“You want it? You got it.” I plant my hands on either side of her hips on the counter, lunge forward, and give her all of my cock. She throws her head back and shouts my name. “You’ll get it, Cherry, but you’ll be quiet while you take it,” I growl and lean forward. I bite down on the front clasp of her bra and jerk back, ripping it open. Her big tits fall out and her hard nipples point right at me. I immediately lean down again and take one aggressively in my mouth. I suck her nipple hard and fuck her pussy at the same time. I bottom out inside her and she begs for more. I fuck her harder and harder until she’s got her feet planted on the island and she’s bouncing on my dick.

“Fuck, Carter. That’s it, baby. I’m going to cum.”

“Cum on my cock, Cherry girl. I need to feel that cream all over me.” I alternate between her nipples and her mouth. She claws at my shoulders. This is just primal fucking. She uses my body and I love it. Before long I feel her cumming. She hits her peak and breaks our kiss so I get back to her nipple and lick and suck, prolonging her orgasm. My cum pumps out of my thick cock and into her tight pussy while she comes down from her high.

She whispers dirty things to me and licks my ear while I empty every last drop I have inside her. I’m completely spent and finally sated for the first time in weeks. Jerking off just wasn’t going to cut it anymore. I needed her. I needed this connection.

Leaning back, but still holding her, I look into Layla’s eyes. “I love you, baby,” I whisper, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m sorry. I’m just scared,” I say and bury my face in her neck.

“I know, baby. Me too. But you can’t shut me out.”

I nod against her neck and I feel her arms come around me, rubbing my back and making everything okay.

“Can we eat now?” she asks and I hear the smile in her voice. I can’t help but smile against her and I nod my head.

“I don’t understand why you have to go.”

“Because he’s a threat to you and our son and I can’t have that hanging over our heads.”

“Stop saying it’s a boy!” Layla exclaims, stomping back over to the bed and sitting down. She crosses her arms over her chest and sticks her lip out, making her look all the more adorable and harder to leave.

I kneel in front of her and cup her face with my hands, making her look at me. “Layla. This has to be done. You know it and I know it.”

She nods, but I see the fear in her eyes. “I’ll take care of you and our baby. Always. I’ll be back tonight,” I tell her, and she looks away. “Look at me.”